Posted by Kimberly Lindbergs on March 16, 2017
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Joseph Losey is one of my favorite directors so I was thrilled to discover that his work is currently being spotlighted at FilmStruck. While looking through the collection of films available to stream I was inspired to revisit The Criminal a.k.a. Concrete Jungle (1960), a low-budget British crime thriller about an underworld kingpin named Johnny Bannion (Stanley Baker) who organizes a high-stakes robbery that goes terribly wrong. When he finds himself behind bars a second time, Bannion has to rely on his brawn, brains, bravado and faith to survive.
Posted by Jill Blake on March 4, 2017
In 1948, director Joseph Losey made his first feature-length film, the beautiful technicolor comedy-drama, The Boy With Green Hair for RKO Pictures. Based on the 1946 short story written by Betsy Beaton, The Boy With Green Hair stars the great Dean Stockwell, Pat O’Brien and Robert Ryan. This post-WWII film undoubtedly attracted audiences, especially families with children, with its title and a shamrock-haired Dean Stockwell featured in the advertisements. Although the title and the opening credits suggest a fun-filled story, much like the live-action Disney films of the 1960s and 1970s, Losey’s film puts the spotlight on the very serious topic of war, its aftermath and victims.
Posted by Jill Blake on January 14, 2017
Isn’t Michael Redgrave simply marvelous? No matter the role, Michael Redgrave brings a sort of respectability and class; he commands the screen. Take his brief performance as the unnamed, mysterious uncle in Jack Clayton’s The Innocents (1961). The few minutes he is on screen, sharing a scene with that naive, inexperienced governess played by Deborah Kerr, Redgrave dominates, casting an unsettled tone over the film from the very start. The uncle never reappears in the film, his character only being mentioned occasionally in passing conversation. And yet, his domineering presence is felt until the last haunting moment of the film. Or how about Redgrave’s performance in Alfred Hitchcock’s The Lady Vanishes (1938), a great thriller surrounding mystery, missing persons and intrigue. Then there is Redgrave’s performance in the wonderfully bizarre Dead of Night (1945), which tells its interesting story in a series of vignettes; Redgrave’s insane ventriloquist character being absolutely terrifying. I recently discovered Redgrave’s masterful performance in the little known Time Without Pity (1957), now available on The Criterion Channel of FilmStruck (and coming to the FilmStruck portion of the service on February 10, 2017). Directed by blacklisted American expatriate Joseph Losey, Time Without Pity is an effective, taut noir thriller.
Posted by Kimberly Lindbergs on February 25, 2016
You can enjoy some of Douglas Slocombe’s cinematography tomorrow, February 26, when TCM airs Close Encounters of the Third Kind at 5:30 PM EST/2:30 PM PST.
Douglas Slocombe, the brilliant British cinematographer, died earlier this week at the ripe old age of 103. Slocombe’s filmography reveals that the skilled camera operator with a keen eye for composition worked on some of the best-looking films produced in the U.K. beginning in the 1940s at Ealing Studios until he retired following the completion of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade in 1989. During his long and impressive career, Slocombe was nominated for numerous honors including 3 Oscars, 10 BAFTAs and was awarded 6 times by the British Society of Cinematographers. Today I thought I would take a brief look back at the man’s life and celebrate his achievements with a gallery of images that showcase his talents.
Posted by R. Emmet Sweeney on April 8, 2014
With each successive generation of home video, the Hollywood studios have paid less and less attention to their archival titles. The profits generated by new releases dwarf that of their classics, so they have become an afterthought. For the thinner profit margins of independent labels, however, these films, including The Quiet Man (Olive Films) and Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (Twilight Time), can provide a significant economic boost. So in the Blu-Ray era, it has fallen to these indie video labels to license and release studio restorations. The notable exception has been Warner Brothers, who still invest in Blu-Rays of silents like The Big Parade, while their invaluable Warner Archive line continues to churn out the hidden gems of their library. One of the foremost independent rescuers of film history has been Olive Films.
This month they will release ten new-to-Blu-Ray titles, including the daylight noir Cry Danger, the Douglas Sirk-does-Gaslight thriller Sleep My Love and Anthony Mann’s existential Korean War bummer Men in War. The rarest item this month however, might be Joseph Losey’s Stranger on the Prowl (1952), a neorealist moral fable about a drifter on the run from the cops (Paul Muni) who befriends a small boy in an Italian port city. Never released in any home video format (that I’m aware of), it was made while Losey was under investigation by the House Un-American Activities committee, so his name was removed from the credits and replaced with that of the Italian investors. It was made during the process of his blacklisting, and though hamstrung by budget shortfalls and technical limitations, it is a haunting, self-lacerating portrait of a persecuted exile.
Posted by Richard Harland Smith on January 24, 2014
I came of age as a movie lover in the early 70s, a great time for slim softcover film books packed with useful information and plenty illustrations calculated, it seemed to me, to bend impressionable minds toward the iron will of cinema. At some point between the ages of 9 and 10, I cleared the shelves of my boyhood bedroom of the myriad Big Little Books and Johnny West action figures to make room for what became dozens of trim genre overviews (Ivan Butler’s HORROR IN THE CINEMA, Carlos Clarens’ AN ILLUSTRATION HISTORY OF THE HORROR FILM, Robert F. Moss’ KARLOFF AND COMPANY: THE HORROR FILM) , director monographs (Peter Bogdanovish’s FRITZ LANG IN AMERICA, James Leahy’s THE CINEMA OF JOSEPH LOSEY), collected essays (Andrew Sarris’ THE AMERICAN CINEMA, AGEE ON FILM), and “movies of” filmographies (Boris Karloff, Bela Lugosi). Any book I could stuff into the pocket of my Husky Youth shorts as I headed out the screen door for a long summer day of reading and no exercise was a first class ticket to good times and I still feel that way. So I was delighted when Jim Dawson’s LOS ANGELES’S BUNKER HILL: PULP FICTION’S MEAN STREETS AND FILM NOIR’S GROUND ZERO! landed on my desk this week. Published in 2012 by The History Press, the book boasts a slim 150pp page count and a selection of silvery black-and-white photos, among them archival shots of downtown LA’s long-gone Bunker Hill section and production stills (not frame grabs) from such shot-on-location films noir as NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES (1948), CRISS-CROSS (1949), SHOCKPROOF (1949), ONCE A THIEF (1950), M (1951), CRY DANGER (1951), THE TURNING POINT (1952), and KISS ME DEADLY (1955), which was released the year that the City of Los Angeles signed the death warrant for Bunker Hill.
If the name Bunker Hill conjures for you more than anything else a costly victory for the British against our American colonists in 1775 then perhaps a quick précis is in order. At the time of its annexation by New Spain (by way of Mexican explorers) in 1781, Los Angeles (specifically downtown) was distinguished by the presence of three promontories that rose above the landscape to afford staggering views of the river basin and afforded an excellent defense against prospective invaders. After the American Civil War, a French-Canadian real estate developer named Prudent Beaudry bought one of these at a sheriff’s auction for little more than $500. The parcel bore the name of the Mott Tract. The forward-looking Beaudry envisioned a residential community sprouting on the elevated area and even created his own aqueduct to redirect water from the LA river to what he envisioned to be communities for the affluent and privilged. To this end, he planted trees and paved streets and the landscape bore the fruit of hundreds of Queen Ann style Victorian homes, whose spires, cupolas, verandas, and gables evoked an almost fairytale ambiance. In 1875, Beaudry named the area Bunker Hill, to commemorate the one hundredth anniversary of that storied battle of the American Revolution.
In many ways, Bunker Hill was a victim of its own success. Beaudry had created such a paradise that a lot of people wanted to live there and with the advent of modernization as the 19th Century yielded to the 20th and as street cars linked many parts of Los Angeles into a viable network and as business flourished downtown the area began to attract the middle and lower classes. As the upper crust jumped ship for the leafier, more exclusive confines of Beverly Hills to the west and Pasadena to the east, the grand Victorian mansions of Bunker Hill were subdivided, turned into hotels, apartment buildings, and flophouses. Innovations such as the incline railsways (pictured above) known as Angel’s Flight and Court Flight, meant to ferry bonneted housewives and the help between the shops and home, now became public transportation for the hoi polloi. Bunker Hill became overcrowded, its landmarks neglected, its streets, alleys, and parlors magnets for crime. It was in its degradation that Bunker Hill became a frequent film location for Hollywood studios.
As Jim Dawson lays it out in LOS ANGELES’S BUNKER HILL, the creation of what know as film noir came about by form following function. The desire of the Hollywood studios to make affordable fare for moviegoers led to the acquisition of hundreds (hell, maybe thousands) of cheap pulp crime novels to be turned into B-pictures, films to played on the bottom half of double bills in support of a more prestigious, star-studded film. Wartime belt-tightening after 1943 left Hollywood filmmakers with considerably smaller budgets for their art directors to work with, prompting directors (many of whom had learned their craft in Europe) to take it to the streets, where atmosphere was cheap and the sets, as it were, were already standing. The use of actual LA locations was actually nothing new — silent moviemakers had employed downtown Los Angeles, Echo Park, Silver Lake, and neighboring communities as backdrops for years (that’s not a rear projection of downtown’s bustling Broadway below Harold Lloyd as he hangs from the hands of a skyscraper clock in SAFETY LAST!) and it was only the advent of sound that brought the cameras back into the studio. And yet Hollywood’s return to the streets had a profound effect on the American film industry, though it took the French (who coined the phrase “film noir”) to explain it, as we were too busy washing our cars and rounding up Reds. Dawson gives a fair, accurate accounting of the French response and is equally thoughtful in his own right when explaining the difference between films of this vintage that are shot in downtown LA versus those that avail themselves of studio sets:
By the end of World War II, Bunker Hill (and the surrounding areas, which shared similar topography and architecture) had baggage, it had history, and those layers are all apparent on camera. The place looks not so much lived-in as stepped-on, which reflected the world weariness and defeatism of the film noir dramatis personae. Jim Dawson’s affection, his obvious devotion to the area extends not just to sharing vintage photographs from the era but in relating the history of those buildings, right down to their street addresses and the names of the people who owned them. (The home pictured above in a scene from Robert Parrish’s CRY DANGER was not on Bunker Hill but rather perched atop nearby North Hill Place, above Sunset Boulevard, and can also be seen in Kurt Neumann’s THE RING.) In this way, such tumbledown residences as the Foss-Heindel home (315 South Bunker Hill) seen in Joseph Losey’s 1951 remake of M, the Julius Brousseau Mansion (238 South Bunker Hill Avenue) seen in THE MONEY TRAP (1960), and “The Castle” (325 South Bunker Hill Avenue) seen in KISS ME DEADLY assume a stature not unlike those of recurring film noir character actors — veritable Jack Elams, Timothy Careys, and Percy Helton. You knew them when you saw them, even if you didn’t know their names. You looked forward to seeing them again… and, many years after the fact, you read about their passing and you mourned.
LOS ANGELES’S BUNKER HILL is the kind of book that makes you misty. You may well get caught up in it and forget that these places are no longer there, that the bulldozers and wrecking balls moved in at some point in 1955 and, over the course of several years tore down the houses and flattened the hills and that the area now, as undistinguished a plot of the downtown business district as any other, is unrecognizable. (The Bunker Hill affair represents an example of urban renewal that has no precedent or peer in the history of urban planning. End to end the project lasted more than fifty years.) The book’s portability makes you want to stuff it into a backpack and go to there, to walk where Mitchum, Lancaster, Powell, Meeker, Duryea and all the rest wore out their shoeleather; you’ll want to Google Earth the footprints of those grand old homes, and stand, if only for a minute, where film history was made.
Long story short: if you care about film and/or film noir, buy this book. I’ll let the last word on Bunker Hill go to Jim Dawson:
To buy LOS ANGELES’S BUNKER HILL: PULP FICTION’S MEAN STREETS AND FILM NOIR’S GROUND ZERO! on Amazon.com ($15.98), click here.
To order directly from The History Press ($19.99), click here.
To order from Powell’s Books ($19.99), click here.
Posted by Richard Harland Smith on May 24, 2013
I don’t mean that literally, of course… it just feels that way sometimes, that there is a whole other side to Peter Cushing that no one ever talks about. Fans of the late and greatly missed actor are as one in their belief that the man was a consummate performer but it saddens me how few of that number will follow him into a non-horror film. Getting the jump on Pierre Fournier’s Peter Cushing Centennial Blog-a-thon by one day, I’ll be taking a look at just a scattering of the man’s non-genre roles, made before and during his tenure as one of the Kings of Hammer Horror.
Posted by David Kalat on December 22, 2012
If you are reading this, then the world didn’t end. I never put any stock in that whole Mayan calendar silliness–if I had, I wouldn’t have spent any time writing this. And so it is with absolute confidence in the continuation of the world that I am writing this, marking the non-pocalypse by paying tribute to some of my favorite end-of-the-world movies.
Let’s start by noting that in most cases, what we really mean by end of the world movies are not movies about the literal destruction of the planet. Every once in a while you get a Beneath the Planet of the Apes, where the world is actually blown to smithereens, but those are the exceptions. The real point is to explore the end of the world as we know it, that is, the end of civilization.
In my mind, you can divide these movies into three sub-categories, and I’ll offer an example of each.
Posted by Kimberly Lindbergs on June 21, 2012
[Warning! Spoilers on the road ahead.]
The first thing that you see in Joseph Losey’s FIGURES IN A LANDSCAPE (1970) is the big black helicopter. It lingers in the sky like a giant buzzing insect or an angry bird of prey. For the next two hours it will pursue the film’s two protagonists (Robert Shaw and Malcolm McDowell) in a relentless game of cat and mouse over various terrains of uncompromising beauty. You will never find out who is pursuing them. You will not discover what they are running from. You will never know when these events took place or where. And last but not least, you will never know why they happen. If clarity, easy answers and conventional storytelling techniques are something you demand from cinema you’ll probably find FIGURES IN A LANDSCAPE a frustrating viewing experience. But if you relish unexpected pleasures and are willing to embrace ambiguity the film might capture your imagination as forcefully as it does mine.
Posted by Richard Harland Smith on June 1, 2012
On Sunday, June 3rd, I’ll be appearing IN PERSON! at the New Beverly Cinema in West Hollywood to help present a double bill of Joseph Losey’s THE DAMNED (US: THESE ARE THE DAMNED, 1961) and Joe Cornish’s ATTACK THE BLOCK (2011). The two films, which I hold in very high regard, are great screen partners, focusing as they do on what might be termed juvenile delinquents (though the lawbreakers in the former are more in the young adult demographic) who find themselves caught up in extraordinary circumstances — a fiendish scientific conspiracy on the one hand, an alien invasion on the other — that point the viewer to the obvious conclusion that we never know who the heroes will be until we know what the villains will do. I’m really looking forward to this exhibition and, if you find yourself in the greater Los Angeles area, I hope you think about stopping by. [...MORE]
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